Hypochondriacs are my favorite. I had a lady call me the other day to tell me that her foot fell asleep and after doing some exhaustive research on the internet, diagnosed herself with cataplexy and wanted to know what our doctors planned to do to treat her. Umm...nothing?

When did he first notice the "tumors?" I guess I wonder if he lost a bunch of weight or something and became aware of the bones that of course were always there. I bet he IS frustrated, and I hope he can be helped.

Oh that poor man! It is really hard to go through life like that. When I encounter people like that, I try to remind myself how lucky I am that I have a good brain that works the way it is supposed to, and have a bit of extra patience.

That reminds me of a time, many years ago, when I asked my doctor about a lump I could feel in the left side of my abdomen. He felt around in there with a puzzled look on his face and then said, "It's your aorta!" LOL!

Technically he's right. Tumours are growths, right? And these have grown. When he was an embryo they didn't exist, and as he became a child, then adolescent they grew: up and out and around. They've even calcified with age.Best not show him the tumours at his hips, or heaven forbid the one around his brain (possibly)

I remember checking for ticks on my little high-strung 12 lb dog and found 'lumps' (? possibly tumors) on her hips. I asked the vet about them at her next visit--they were fat pads, and she had to go on a diet.

But, unfortunately, that was not the end of the story. Those little fat pads and previous diet had set her up for diabetes. There was a lot of stress in the house, disrupted sleep at night, and I'd not noticed she was going blind until going in the door of the house after an evening walk, she seemed to be exhibiting a strange behavior in 'chasing and jumping' toward something near the front door. After noting the cataracts, I realized she had been looking for the door entrance which she'd previously been able to see.

I took her to the vet early for her yearly shots, and but the diabetes was diagnosed only after excessive drinking.

Welcome to my whining!

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